I come from the prairie, from even terrain,
It's lovely, that's why they call it Great Plains.
You can see a car coming twenty miles away
So you're able to think up something to say.
It was flat as a table, and straight as a ruler,
And then I came to the town of Missoula
Surrounded by mountains hulking nearby,
Dark jagged mountains interrupting the sky.
It makes a man nervous, I shudder, I twitch,
It feels like I have fallen in a ditch.
To look up at boulders fills me with fear
That they might loosen and tumble down here.
And that's why I'm living on this mountain top
On a plateau with a thousand foot drop.
I live in a cave high above the trees
With a view of three hundred sixty degrees.
They call me a mystic, but I just want to see
The horizon and not have it be next to me.
And on a clear day in the late fall
I can see all the way to my home in St. Paul.